Saturday, February 12, 2011

Good News! Pokemon Black and White are scheduled to his North America March 4th! March 11th for New Zealand. Woohoo! I’ve been waiting for those FOREVER! Whitlea anyone? Mhmm, I think so.

Anyway, This morning was pretty tame, just sat around ripping the Beyblade’s and listening to songs via the magic of Youtube. Anyone try Google Chrome? Man, that’s awesome. Not much to say as of now.

Peter’s in his room now, I guess he’s drawing again. Maybe it’s part of some Project, lord yesterday the guy came home with a fire extinguisher. Crazy Prepared? I guess it’d be useful if we ever had a fire but, it was just … … …unexpected?

So well, wow. Peter ditched me yesterday after school and went home by himself. He totally skipped our last two periods, and was avoiding me at lunch too. I guess I pissed him off. Well I wished he would tell me what’s wrong. He is sort of my brother, in addition to being my best friend.

We met in third grade, everyone had been avoiding me, not that I blame them, what with me being a new kid at school. That and I wasn’t comfortable really speaking up, or talking to anyone. It wasn’t like something was wrong with me, I wasn’t a violent stutterer, or a mute. I was just a coward. Afraid of my peers I began to act in a reclusive manner. I began avoiding the children in my class at Recess, sitting by myself in lunch, the works.

Well one day, I think it was the first week of school, Peter came bounding up to me, wearing like, this Christmas sweater with a Rudolph head and a red nose in the middle of September. It was a nice sweater, it just oozed care. I think I could tell, even at that age, it was made with love. It was also quite amusing how he wore it when it was nowhere near Christmas.

Well, Peter introduced himself, I just nodded in response. I don’t know why but he hunkered down next to me laying his head on my lap, and began talking about everything that he thought would be awesome to put into a giant robot, God we used to talk about some ridiculous stuff. I was actually genuinely interested, and to my surprise, I was actually pretty open when he asked me for my opinion. He introduced me to all of the other kids at lunch, back then I was still pretty shy so I didn’t go ‘’HEY EVERYBODY! I’VE CHANGED! I’M COOL NOW!” I think it was just because of Peter being with me that everyone accepted me, and eventually developed the same comfort for me as I did them.

It was in fifth grade, when my mother. . .couldn’t take care of me anymore that Ms. Shay, Peter’s adoptive mother, took me into her home. She was always an excessively sweet lady, and I grew to love her over the years. I still didn’t change my name, Noland Zuckerman is who I was and always will be, I suppose Peter felt the same way, keeping the name Peter Holland. Back on point, I’ve gotten so much better at interacting with people, and I don’t think that would be the case had I not met Peter that day. I know it may sound weird but he’s the best thing that ever happened to me, and to have him angry with me just won’t do.

So I’m going to talk to him, at least try to see why he was ducking me all of yesterday.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

So last night, Peter came out of his room, in a shirt stained with various ink blotches. I guess he was painting. I feel bad that I’m the reason he was drawn away from his work. See I was off on another coughing fit, it erupted almost right after Pete’s mom went to the Grocery Store. It was really violent. I fell to the ground holding my throat. After a few seconds, or at least what seemed like a few seconds, Peter opened the door to his room and burst right into mine helping me to my feet, as I came down from my fit. He looked like some sort of druggie, but I guess that’s just what artist look like when their into their work. Anyway, his shirt was blackened by Ink, in so many places that I’m pretty sure he wasn’t even trying to be careful.

I wanted to see what he was painting, and I asked him, as I came off my fit, instead of answering he just kept asking me if I was alright. He’s a worrier, then again so am I. I’m really hoping this strange behavior is just some sort of phase I’m skipping. Anyway, he DID eventually answer my question with a subtle shake of the head. He started closing the blinds all over the house, before going back to his room.

I left him to it, and when Ms. Shay came home I waited for him to get into the shower, and then snuck into his room to see what I could find. Nothing, not in the “nothing-what-so-ever” way but just not his usual stuff, it was all a bunch of black blotches. Then I realized he must’ve hidden his work to try and surprise me later. Wouldn’t be the first time, SO, knowing that Peter, Ms.Shay, and myself all like to take really long showers I decided to get out quickly just for good measure. I don’t want to upset my best friend after all. If he wants to hide stuff that’s fine, I can wait.

Peter’s not a bad artist though, so I’m actually sort of curious as to whatever he’s working on will look like. Hmmm.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

During my walk home with Pete, I had some time to think about what I’d put on here. I’m a bit shy about conveying how my day went, I don’t really want to waste anyone’s time, or come off as conceited. Not that people who use their blogs to talk about life are, just a worry of mine.

I feel like sharing something though, teachers in middle school always used to talk about how it’s healthy to share your feelings, or your opinion. Not anything important worth having an opinion on, too me. At least right now, I feel like utter crap. I’ve been getting really sick, repeatedly as of late. It’s starting to worry me, last month I had repeated coughing fits, and started feeling really faint. No paling up. I’m already really, really, pale. I got better. Still, I’ve been prone to excessive coughing as of late. Ah I’m fine.

Going to go for another walk down to the convenience store, I wish Pete would come with me, he’s been holing himself up in his room with his computer and his art supplies. I guess he’s inspired. I won’t bother him, just wish he’d show me what he was drawing like he did when we were younger. Anywho, peace!

I guess I could talk about High-School. . .or my job. Hmm? Nah you probably don't want to hear about that.

I just made this thing on request of my friend Peter. After all best friends create things they'll probably never use for each other right?

Guess so. . . I just wish he told me why he wanted me to make it, God he's been acting like a freak these past few weeks. I guess I could elaborate on that.

Peter's been spending all of his time at school on the laptops they let us bring to class, on TV. . .Dopes? I can't remember. And at work, he's constantly on his iPhone , which, by the by, are very very cool, looking at blogspots.

I guess he's just really into the Internet like everyone else, I never got that, I mean, I like Roleplaying, but Myface, and Spacebook or whatever , never appealed to me. I'm just weird. . .might be because of my anti-social tendencies.

I shouldn't be talking about Peter behind his back, he's the best thing that ever happened to me, the only person who really liked talking to me, his mom and dad took me in when my parents er, split.

Enough angst-ridden stuff though, I'll wrap this up, better to keep this short since the whole world can see this stuff, and I don't want any of this rambling to come back and haunt me during the rest of Senior year.